Fawn

When she comes to us, she’s damaged. Wounded. And oh so tempting.

Soft skin, haunted eyes, and a darkness inside her that sets us on edge.

She’s not broken… yet. But that’s what we do best. We’re ruthless, possessive, and starving for something soft to devour.

For thirty days she belongs to us, the Blackfang Barons. She’s ours, to do with as we please.

She thinks it’ll be easy. That we’ll have mercy on her. That we’ll use a gentle touch. And that she’ll be able to walk away from us at the end of the month.

She’s wrong.

Our little fawn will come to know our cruel strength. She’ll see the fierce beasts prowling inside us. Feel the hunger of the wolf’s teeth against her throat.

And she’ll beg for more.